CHAPTER 63.
DE-SHAWN'S POINT OF VIEW
I lost myself the moment she turned to me and our eyes met. If only she knew what those eyes did to me. Right now, no one was here, and only one thought came to mind, but I hesitated for a minute. I'm still sulking from her choice of words the last time we spoke, and I'm even more cautious right now.
I'm waiting on the private investigator I hired to gather all the information about her—everything about her life in Greece and the property she keeps crying about.
I need to know everything about her and each of her whereabouts.
“Yes, I need your help,” she said again, her voice soft,snapping me out of my thoughts. “I need to find someone.”
“Who?” I asked at once, and she narrowed her gaze away. When she finally looked up, her eyes were wet, which d
